If Kitashima Ryuming is the sideline of the Kitashima family, then Kitashima Kawakara is the sideline of the sideline. Kitashima Ryuhen's goal is to focus on the core power of the Kitashima family, and Kitashima Kawakara's goal is to focus on the core power of the Kitashima family. Different positions are located, the goals will be different. Perhaps when Kitashima Kawakara can enter the core power of the Kitashima family, his goal will be like Kitashima Dragon.

A one-size-fits-all approach made Kitashima Kawakata surprised, but soon the surprise turned into excitement, "Haha, this time I came to China, I finally met a decent opponent. Those who died at my hands before were unable to escape the knife. Many years ago, our ancestors massacred the man from China and played with your women. Now I am doing the same thing, which makes me proud!"

It would be fine if he didn't say this. He could have lived for a few more seconds as soon as he said this, but in the next second he didn't react at all. A sharp knife pierced into his lower abdomen. Kitashima Kawakata didn't react at all. He stared at the young man in front of him. The man was not handsome, how could his move be so fast? So fast that he couldn't react at all. He struggled to move. This knife pierced the intestines and would not kill him immediately, but death was already waving to him.

"Tell me, where are your accomplices?" The man said in a faint voice. The two policemen next to him were completely shocked, including the few plainclothes special police officers who rushed out from behind the iron gate of the staircase diagonally opposite the ward, all looking at them.

Tat...

Blood flowed down Kitashima Kawakata's lower abdomen. Kitashima Kawakata lowered his head and looked at the pool of blood on the ground. He opened his eyes wide, "You, who are you?"

Swish...

The knife in the young man's hand was slightly pressed, and Kitashima Kawakura's body shivered suddenly, and at the same time, he couldn't help but scream in pain, "Ah!" The blood on his stomach squirted out, and a large stream of spilled on the ground.

"Where are your accomplices?" The man's voice sounded faintly again.

"I don't have any accomplices!" Kitashima Kawakura gritted his teeth, and he was a little tough.

"You killed the Che family?"

"Yes, it's just me who killed melons. I... I killed them all like chopping vegetables and melons. You Chinese are really weak, and there is not a single master!"

"Stop bragging. Your skills are at most average. The guards of the Che family have skills. You can kill one or two, and ten or eight, but you can't do it if you kill all the people in the Che family."

"I……"

Swish!

Kitashima Kawakara was not convinced. He either killed him, but he wanted to prove that he was no worse than Kitashima Longyin. In his heart, if he got out of the car last night and broke into Che's house, he would definitely not be worse than Kitashima Longyin.

The knife stabbed another thread on his stomach. This time, the bloody filth ejected, and a stench flowing out of his intestines. Kitashima Kawakata rolled his eyes and almost fainted in pain.

"I can make you die a little easier, or you can make life worse than death. Let me ask you again, where is your accomplices and who are they?"

"I, I won't say it!"

Kitashima Kawakata gritted his teeth, his body was hunched over, covering his stomach with his hands, as if he was worried that his intestines would flow out. As soon as he finished speaking, the knife in the man's hand was pulled out, and blood was stuck to the white blade. Kitashima Kawakata retreated under his feet, and blood flowed down his stomach again.

Puff!

Immediately afterwards, before he could stand firmly under his feet, the knife in the man's hand quickly penetrated into his stomach again. Kitashima Kawakura was as if he had been hit by a destiny curse, and he screamed in pain, and he stood there again.

I thought this was the end, but then the knife in the man's hand repeatedly pulled out of his stomach and no longer had the ability to resist. The samurai sword in his hand had already fallen to the ground. He rolled his eyes and looked down at the white knife with bloody blood, stabbed in one after another and pulled it out.

pain?

No, this is not only pain, nor is it fear of death, but a complete despair. This despair is even more terrifying than death. If you just die, you may just need to tilt your neck and swallow your last breath. But at this moment, Kitashima Kawakara was watching his stomach being pierced, but it just couldn't stab the vital part of his body. The pain was already numb, but behind this numbness was the pain like a knife and a knife that was cut into bones repeatedly...

"I, I said..."

Kitashima Kawakara finally couldn't help it. His voice was as angry as a fancy, but with a strong desire for liberation, he was still worried about whether to tell an immoral lie before he died. The boy in front of him was shocked, which was a slight anger in his heart. Moreover, they are all stupid Chinese people. From ancient times to the present, one sentence: People are about to die and speak kindly. Humph, I am not a Chinese, I will lie on my deathbed today!

Even in the face of death, Kitashima Kawakura seemed to have finally found a last bit of comfort, and he was confident in his heart, and he was proud of his intelligence and wit.

However……

"I don't want to know."

But this sentence sounded in his ears. The beads of wishful thinking all scattered, as if they were all over the ground, jingling, and without a single sound, they turned into a knife that was thrust into his stomach. The belly was stabbed to pieces, and the intestines were even broken into many sections. The patients who were gushing out of the corridor wanted to look here, but were blocked by the group of plainclothes special police officers.

Kitashima Kawakura regretted it, why did he be stubborn? Although their ancestors had a tradition of committing suicide by committing suicide by cesarean section, it also symbolized loyalty to the nation. Celestial section was a thing worthy of their island warriors' pride, but from ancient times to the present, it seems that he had never heard of any hero of the island country who died of his stomach being stabbed and his intestines being broken for dozens of chords.

You can search for Weixing Gongzhongji: The online article is two dou, with a lot of spoilers inside and outside the vassal.

Bang thump...

Kitashima Kawakara fell to the ground, his eyes widened, his eyes were no longer alive, and his lips were still squirming unwillingly, "I, I..."

What did he want to say? It doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that he died, and he felt miserable and unwilling to give up. He is an ambitious person, but his ambition now turned into a pierced belly and his smelly intestines.

The police finally came to their senses and looked at Lin Kun in shock. Someone shouted, "Don't move, who are you? Why do you want to kill?"
Chapter completed!